At this point, any point of familiarity feels like a positive to Aziraphale. For as far away from their actual home as they are and for as different as things are here, it is consistently nice to find things that mirror each other between both places. There are not that many, at least not as far as Aziraphale has found, but there are enough to take solace in.

Just as he takes pleasure in watching Crowley pull apart the wrapping to his first gift. He does attempt to look neutral about it, pretending to be more focused in the glass in his hand, but the quiet rumble of a purr in his throat betrays him. It starts up just as soon as Crowley puts the scarf around his neck, delighted to see him wearing it so soon.

"It's stylish!" he protests, but mostly for token effort. He knows about Crowley's incorrect opinions on the subject and he doesn't intend to let that stop him from continuing to try to get it on his person.